My First Confession

Life is dull and unremarkable.

In the great tide of history, how many people spend their lives in mediocrity?

And how many are unwilling to rest in eternal sleep, holding onto ambitions like an eagle longing to soar high into the sky?

This world has a creator.

In the creator’s notes, those unable to become protagonists can ultimately only obediently walk as passersby, while the brave warriors destined to be protagonists cannot escape this predetermined fact even until death.

I, Li Qingchen, have always thought this way.

So, regarding this world, am I a protagonist or a passerby?

‘It’s just a delusion…’

Wearing my usual unremarkable, ordinary smile, I said “I’m heading out” to my family, put on my headphones, and walked out the door.

The intense sunlight shone on my hair, which resembled a bird’s nest, and I couldn’t help but block it with my arm.

Although I knew clearly this wouldn’t be of any damn use, if that guy hadn’t invited me to the comic convention, I don’t think I would be suffering like this, going out in such high temperatures.

That guy’s name is Ji Qianluo.

Hmm, she counts as our class’s—no, saying she’s the most beautiful girl in the whole school wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

To use the words of those mortals, she is the School Beauty, a Goddess.

Long straight black hair, a slightly pointed chin, and cheeks with a bit of baby fat.

Her favorite outfit is a short skirt with over-the-knee socks, displaying that wonderful absolute territory to the public.

Turning heads one hundred percent of the time when walking on the street—this is the woman named Ji Qianluo.

And yet, such a woman actually walked up to me personally yesterday and invited me out to play, and it was just the two of us!

No one else!

The whole class boiled over at that moment; my best friend grabbed my collar and said he was breaking off our friendship.

To be honest, I wanted to refuse at first, mainly because I’m not good at dealing with girls.

The hidden Soul of Divine Blood within my body is always uncontrollable, often erupting from time to time, and I was really afraid I would scare this girl named Ji Qianluo. (Actually, it is just Chuunibyou).

Also, my Queen Mother told me that the more beautiful a woman is, the more poisonous her heart.

However, as if Ji Qianluo saw that I would refuse, she proposed a date location I absolutely could not refuse.

The Comic Convention.

And it was that large-scale comic convention for which I hadn’t managed to buy tickets.

This…

Kaa-san, I couldn’t refuse.

That’s right, it’s a bit shameful to say, but I am an otaku.

And a hardcore die-hard otaku at that.

I am a senior uploader on major forum sites including A, B, C, D, and E-station, and a top-tier player of Love Live and Kancolle.

Also, let me add, my wife is Kotori; I’ll fight anyone who tries to take her…

Cough, cough, I’ve digressed. I definitely wasn’t trying to threaten anyone by saying that just now.

Cough, cough, I’ve digressed. I definitely wasn’t trying to show off by saying that just now.

In short, unable to withstand the temptation, I finally agreed to Ji Qianluo’s invitation.

In the morning, braving the massive sun, I got on the bus and headed to the meeting place.

‘So hot…’

A trace of sweat trickled down my temple.

I adjusted my glasses frames, which were about to fall off.

The reflective lenses prevented others from seeing my eyes, while also concealing the expression on my face that said, “Anyone going out in this weather is an idiot.”

Because there were simply too many people on the bus.

And the bus didn’t have the air conditioning on.

I clearly paid two yuan, yet you won’t turn on the AC; Driver, what’s your name? I’m going to file a complaint against you.

Thus, amidst the infinite flow of people and sweat, I got off the bus panting, simultaneously deciding never to ride this unscrupulous driver’s bus again.

I feel so tired.

I tidied up my outfit, looked left and right, and began searching for Ji Qianluo’s figure in the surrounding crowd.

According to the agreement, we were to meet at the station in front of the comic convention at 10:00.

It is only 9:45 now; I haven’t found Ji Qianluo, did I really come too early?

Just as I wanted to sigh in relief, a familiar, crisp female voice suddenly came from behind me.

“Are you looking for me?”

“Wah!”

I was startled and hurriedly turned around to look, seeing a beautiful young girl looking at me with a helpless expression, her cherry lips parting slightly.

“Why are you so surprised? Do damn otakus always make this expression when they see a beauty?”

“No, I…”

I smiled awkwardly.

I just completely didn’t expect this woman to arrive even earlier than me.

Today, Ji Qianluo was wearing a pale purple jacket, and her lower body was still clad in a short skirt paired with over-the-knee socks, an outfit that suited her very well.

Seeing my bewildered behavior, Ji Qianluo instantly started laughing.

“Your expression is really funny.”

‘Haha, your expression is detestable.’

Adjusting my glasses, I decided to finish wandering the comic convention quickly, then go home to keep my nine wives company.

Three-dimensional women are not something someone of my level can afford to play with.

“Let’s hurry up and go. Where’s the ticket?”

Saying this, I extended my hand to demand the ticket from Ji Qianluo.

This was undoubtedly an impolite way of doing things; not saying hello upon meeting, not exchanging pleasantries, just directly asking for the ticket, as if I only came here for the ticket.

Okay, actually, I did come just for the ticket; if you want to call me a scumbag, hurry up and do it.

However, Ji Qianluo seemed not to care about my attitude at all; she narrowed her eyes and smiled at me, revealing a fox-like, cunning look.

“You want the ticket?”

“Ah, yeah.”

“Promise this young lady one thing and I’ll give it to you.”

“Huh?”

I frowned; without a doubt, the matter she was talking about must be the root cause of why she asked me out this time.

Otherwise, there is no logic for a beautiful School Beauty, who attracts public attention, to ask a damn otaku like me out; we didn’t have any friendship before this.

So what is it?

“What do you want?”

I looked at Ji Qianluo with an expression that said, “If you dare propose excessive conditions, I won’t take the ticket,” trying to warn her that I’m not a loose person.

Cough, cough, okay, remove that sentence-ending tone just now; it’s not like I added that tone because I really want that ticket and my heart wavered!

Hearing my question, the corners of Ji Qianluo’s mouth curled up mischievously, finally revealing her objective.

“You—come become my boyfriend!”